Requested by MarthaBelin

Dear diary, I melt every single time he looks at me. Whenever we're apart, I miss him more than words could say. I feel like he likes me too, I see the way he looks at me. But why doesn't Damon make a move? I just feel so stupid whenever I think whatever is between us is one sided. I just wish there was a sure way to know he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

You closed your diary, setting it aside. It was Friday night and you were alone at home and in your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder what Damon was doing. Usually, you spent Friday nights with him but you decided to test a theory you read online. The wonderful world of the internet told you that if you ignored your crush, and they made the first move to talk to you, then they liked you. So, you decided you were going to sway from your usual routine of always calling Damon and just wait for him to make a move. So far, you didn't have any luck. There were no calls or texts from him.

Sighing, you pressed play on your remote and continued watching Grey's Anatomy. If Damon wasn't going to express his feelings to you then you were going to pretend a hot surgeon from your favorite show was.

While you were deeply into binge watching your show, you heard a loud thud in your kitchen. From your living room, you could hear someone come in through the back door. It couldn't be your parents, they obviously had keys. It wasn't Damon either, he would call you first.

Quietly getting up from the couch, you slowly tip toed towards the hallway to get a glimpse of where the noise was coming from. As you leaned over to take a look, someone covered your mouth with their hand and grabbed you from behind. You kicked and screamed but it was no use, the person even punched you in the face to shut you up. By then, you already felt weak.

"No one's going to hear you little Gracie." A voice whispered in your ear, laughing. The sound was so familiar, it chilled you to the bone.

You peaked one eye open to see another person coming your way. It was Matthew, a guy from your football team. By seeing him, you knew already the man holding you was Trevor, his best friend. Both boys have been harassing you since freshman year. You never once thought they'd do something crazy like this though.

"Please." You choked out, scared they were going to rape you. You always noticed them ogling you during cheerleader practice, you could tell they were having vile thoughts about you.

Both boys just laughed in return, you even felt Trevor kiss you on your neck. You wanted to die, you cursed yourself for not going out with Damon tonight. Somehow, you felt like all of this was your fault. If you weren't hell-bent on trying to get him to like you, you wouldn't be in this situation right now. You needed to get your shit together, this wasn't the time for self-pity.

Managing whatever bit of courage you could find, you elbowed Trevor hard in the stomach and ran quickly up the stairs at full speed, both boys chasing after you. As soon as you reached the up the stairs, you locked yourself in your bedroom and ignored their taunting laughs behind the door.

Just as you were thinking of every possible way this could end, you heard your cellphone ringing. Your shaky fingers picked it up, wincing at the sudden pain you felt in your eye. You could already feel it bruising. "Da-Damon." You choked out.

Damon scoffed on the other side of the line. "Who told you it was okay not to call me on a Friday night Grace? You know how bored I get by myself." He whined.

You wanted to smile, your heart wanted to erupt into butterflies, but you were in too much pain. "Damon." You repeated, breathlessly. "There are people in my house and they're trying to hurt me." You whispered, your body shaking at the loud pounding sounds you heard coming from the other side of the door. They were trying to break it down.

You couldn't focus on anything Damon was saying anymore, you were scared. You had a window in your room and you were contemplating jumping from it. You regretted all the times Damon wanted to jokingly feed you his blood in case of any emergency. If you killed yourself, you would have at least lived on as a vampire. Another thing to add to your long list of failures as a human being.

Sliding down to the floor, you hugged your knees to your chest and rocked back and forth. Between the loud thuds and the laughter coming out of Trevor and Matthew, you just didn't know what to do anymore. You couldn't think straight.

Suddenly, the whole house went quiet.

The only sound in the air was your heavy breathing. Your pulse was skyrocketing, you could feel your heart was going to explode out of your chest. You slowly inched towards the door, holding your hand out. Just as you were about to open it, Damon busted it open. His eyes were pitch black, the veins on his face standing out prominently. He had blood dripping out of his mouth and onto his shirt, staining your carpet. Your parents were going to kill you. Most importantly, in his hands, he was holding two human hearts.

You both stood there still, staring at each other. Finally, Damon let the hearts fall to the ground, his fangs retracting. He didn't seem scary anymore, in fact, he seemed worried about you. Without giving it another thought, you closed the gap between you two and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Damon wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing in your scent. "If they weren't dead already, I'd kill them again for hurting you." He mumbled into your hair, holding you against him.

You managed to choke out a laugh, your face still hurting from Trevor's hit. "I've never seen you this worried Mr. Salvatore. Careful, you're acting like my knight in shining armor." You whispered, not wanting to let him go.

Damon chuckled and gently rubbed your back. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be your knight in shining whatever." He pulled back, rolling his eyes. "You have some explaining to do Gracie." His serious tone was back on.

You furrowed your brows. "What are you talking about?" You walked towards your bed and sat down, still facing him.

"Why didn't you call me or text me all day? Did I do something wrong?" He seemed so worried, it was actually cute.

You shook your head and bit your lip in embarrassment. This is the last thing you wanted to talk about when there were two corpses laying in your hallway. "I was just having a bad day." You lied.

Damon saw right through it and sat down next to you, his eyes still gazing intently in yours. You hated it when he stared at you like this, it made you feel like he could see right through you. "You're lying. Tell me before I have to force it out of you, Grace." He nudged your shoulder with his. The only time he ever used your full name was when he wasn't playing around.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself. "I read online that if you ignore your crush, they'll realize they like you." You blurted out, wanting to bury your head in a sandbox somewhere.

His eyes widened. "You couldn't just stalk me like a normal teenage girl?" He questioned, swallowing. "Instead, you had to get yourself almost killed by two football players." He put an arm around you, bringing you into his chest once again. "I like you silly girl, I've always liked you. I just wanted to take things between us slow." He kissed the top of your head.

You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly but you didn't want to push it. The last thing you wanted was your first kiss to be with Trevor and Matthew's blood in your mouth. "I like slow… Just not this slow." You flashed him a shy smile.

Damon laughed. "Come on, let's clean all this up. After we're done, I'll take you out on a real date." He said smirking.